User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/The Wrath of Gormad Tunn/@comment-25220117-20130808131316/@comment-32303-20131003153021

The red squirrel holds her breath and keeps an eye on the vermin below, listening and thinking, 'I should find out their plans. . .'  Russa's face creases with determination; she grits her teeth. 'Never turn your back on vermin, my mother taught me that when I was just a baby. . .' ''Her body tenses, her paw clenching around the hard, dark wooden stick. ''